Ecc 1:12-14: I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

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Peels, a poem

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around my home, are cardboard stacks
like towers, atop a heap
and things have fallen, through the cracks
all things I keep, through seasons

the miscellany on the floor, acquired,
took about
a lifetime. it would take a lifetime more, required,
to sort out. into reasons

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    […] cause us so much distress, and as an American, I can speak to the issue of material attachment. The last poem I published refers to my stuff while […]

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